Emotions and monsters ( VIII )

In the early hours of a dark night, before the moon had risen, near the southern forest, a fierce battle was unfolding, like a man battling a gigantic bear with his bare hands. Bone-chilling shrieks echoed around the area, and the frustrated curses of a man could also be heard, making the scene truly chaotic.

Rowan, still gripping the fur of the Ratax general, came up with several strategies to handle his current situation, but none would work unless he hurt himself.

In battle, sustaining injuries to prevent death was often the only sane step to take. However, if Rowan followed this advice, he would lose the upcoming war, which would also mean death. He was in a tight situation.

['Blaze' wishes to offer assistance]

[Your pet says it could help]

These messages appeared in front of him. Rowan thought about it for a second before opening the divine beast plain.